in the twenty-seventh year of the reign of Artas the red was born his third daughter, Monn, a beautiful young woman who charmed all of the kingdom with her beauty and her soft voice, she became versed in all the practices of the tree temple and dominated old spirits, she sometimes reported hearing voices whispering from the dark, voices calling her Marin the queen of the underworld, these spirits became food for her art and she changed her sweet way to a sullen and carefree countenance, her voice was cold, she avoided looking into people, but when she did so, her piercing eyes made shivers go away. Monn was no longer human, at least her soul was not.